Gail Foster Poet Sonnet

The Sheep Field

The sheep field had been empty for a while
And then one day I saw them from the bus
All lined up on the hilltop by the stile
And blinking in the morning light, like us
When we went back to church today. And then
I thought as I did earlier, they seemed
All raw and innocent and born again
Into a land that they had only dreamed
About in fairy tales. And when the sheep
Came slowly down the hillside, as they trod
They slid and slipped a little down the steep
And flowered slopes - this is the land that God
Has made for us who follow in his way -
Thy will not mine today my God we pray

© Gail Foster 19th July 2020

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